She laughed in joy the moment her feet touched the carpet-covered floor of her beloved apartment. She couldn't seem to wipe that big smile off of her face as she walked around it, her fingers trailing over the furniture's surface. She missed this, she had spent three years of her life in there. It has become her home.
Her eyes followed every single one of the pictures hanging on the walls or the ones that were placed on a small table in the corner of the living room next to a small window that let all the light fall on them. She walked closer. She hasn't sat on the small armchair that was there for a long time but right now, she felt the need to. She wanted to feel whole again and the only time that happened was when she was looking at her brother's photographs.
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